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 Tonga 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
PIL,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.