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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Associates 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.