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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.