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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.