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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.