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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Second Layer 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Television,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Pole,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.