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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.