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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Technova,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.