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 Albania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.