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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Can,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.