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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.