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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Excepter,
Ituana,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.