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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.