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 Congo 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.