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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Faust,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.