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 Barbados and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.