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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
MDC,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.