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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.