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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.