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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
X-102,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.