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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.