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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.