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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.