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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.