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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.