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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.