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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.