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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
ABC,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Saints,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Swans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.