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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.