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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Last Poets,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.