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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pagans to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.