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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.