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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
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.