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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.