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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.