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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Symarip,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.