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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.