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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Q65,
Can,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.