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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.