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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.