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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.