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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.