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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Nas,
Pagans,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.