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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.