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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.