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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.