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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.