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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.