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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.