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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.