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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Japan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.