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 France and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.