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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.