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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.