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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.