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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.