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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.