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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.