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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.