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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.