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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.