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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.