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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.