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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.