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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.