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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.