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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Brick,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.