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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.