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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.