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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Names,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.