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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.