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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.