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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Monks,
UT,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.