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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.