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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
JFA,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.