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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.