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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.