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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Move,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.