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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.