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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.