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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.