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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.