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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.