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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.