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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.