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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.