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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.