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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.