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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.