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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Faust,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.