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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.