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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.