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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.