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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.