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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.