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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Smog to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Index,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.