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 Mauritania 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Magazine,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Interpol,
the Germs,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.