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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Names,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.