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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.