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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 ABBA 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.