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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
The Move,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.