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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.