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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.