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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.