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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.