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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.