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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.