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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
X-101,
Index,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.