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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Victims,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.