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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Television,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.