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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Lyres,
CMW,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.