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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Associates,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.