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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.