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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.