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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.