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 Austria 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.