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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.