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 France and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Gong,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.