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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.