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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.