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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.