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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.