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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.