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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Smog,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.