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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.