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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.