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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Pole,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.