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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.