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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.