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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.