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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.