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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.