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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays 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 punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.