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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.