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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Arcadia,
Can,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.