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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 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 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.