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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.