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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Yaz,
JFA,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.