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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.