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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.