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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.