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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.