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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.