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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Can,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
UT,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.