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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.