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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.