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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.