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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.