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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.