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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.