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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Can,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.