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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Brick,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.