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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.