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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
10cc,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.