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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Symarip,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.