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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.