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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.