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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.