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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Pole,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.