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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.