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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.