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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.