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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.