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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.