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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.