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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.