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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Litter,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
New Order,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.