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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
the Normal,
UT,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.