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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.