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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.