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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.