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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.