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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.