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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Television,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.