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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.