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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Names,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.