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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.