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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.