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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.