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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Index,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.