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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.