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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.