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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.