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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Japan,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.