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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.