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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.