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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.