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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.