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 Mexico and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
June Days,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.