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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.