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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.