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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.