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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.