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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.