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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.