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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.