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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.