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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.