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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.