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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.