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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.