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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Move,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.