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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.