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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.