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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.