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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.