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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.