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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.