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 Venezuela 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.