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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.