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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.