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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.