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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.