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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.