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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.