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 Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
CMW,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.