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 Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.