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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.