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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.