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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.