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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.