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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.