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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.