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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.