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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.