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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.