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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.