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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Technova,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.