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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.