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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.