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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.