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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.