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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
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.