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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.