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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.