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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.