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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.