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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.