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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.