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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
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.