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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.