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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
UT,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.