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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Neon Judgement 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.