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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.