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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
New Order,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.