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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.