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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Japan,
Ossler,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.