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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.