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 United States 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.