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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
DNA,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.