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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.