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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.