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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.