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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.