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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.