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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nico 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.