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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.