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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.