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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.