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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.