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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 John Holt to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.