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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.