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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.