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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Index,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.