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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.