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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Move,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.