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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.