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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.