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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.