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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
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JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.