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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.