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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.