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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.