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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.