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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.