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 Greece 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.