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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.