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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.