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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.