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 Togo 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.