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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
The Doors,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.