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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Whodini,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.