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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
X-102,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.