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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Cameo,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.