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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.