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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Index,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.