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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.