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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.