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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.