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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.