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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.