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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.