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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.