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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Echospace,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.