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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Japan,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.