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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.