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 Malta 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.