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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.