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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Nico,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.