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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Motions,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.