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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.