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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.