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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.