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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.