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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.