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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.