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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.