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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Can,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.