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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
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.