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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.