Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.