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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Fear,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.