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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.