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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.