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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
PIL,
MC5,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.