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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.