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 China and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.