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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.