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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.