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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.