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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.