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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.