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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.