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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.