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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 808 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.