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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.