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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.