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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.