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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.