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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.