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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.