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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.