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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.