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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.