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 Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.