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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.