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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.