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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.