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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.