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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.