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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.