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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.