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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.