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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.