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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.