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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.