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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.