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 Austria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.