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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.