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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.