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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
PIL,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.