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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.