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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.