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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Nico,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.