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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Mars,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Nico,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.