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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.