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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
CMW,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.