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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.