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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.