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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 June Days to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.