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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
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,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.