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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.