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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Japan,
June of 44,
Inner City,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.