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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.