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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.