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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.