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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.