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 Liechtenstein 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.