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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Pylon,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.