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 Morocco and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.