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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.