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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.