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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
MC5,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.