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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Symarip,
Swans,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.