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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.