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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.