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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.