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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.