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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.