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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Scion,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Television,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.