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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.