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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.