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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Visage,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.