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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.