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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
10cc,
cv313,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.