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 Estonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.