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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.