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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.