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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.