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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.