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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.