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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.