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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
June Days,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.