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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.