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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.