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 India and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.