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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.