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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Jandek,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.