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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.