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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.