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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.