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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 X-102 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Wings,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.