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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.