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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.