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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
ABC,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.