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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.