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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Fall to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.