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 Namibia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.