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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.