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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.