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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Wire,
Symarip,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.