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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.