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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.