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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.