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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.