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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.