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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.