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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.