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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.