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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.