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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Skarface,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.