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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.