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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.