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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
EPMD,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.