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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.