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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
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 Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.