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 France and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.