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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.