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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.