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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.