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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Q65,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.