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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.