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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.