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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.