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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.