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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.