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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.