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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Q65,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.