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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.