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 India and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
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.