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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.