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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.