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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.