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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.