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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.