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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.