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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.