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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.