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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.