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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
UT,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.