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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.