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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.