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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.