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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.