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 Laos and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.