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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.