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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Move,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.