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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.