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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.