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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.