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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.