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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.