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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.