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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.