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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.