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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.