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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.