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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.