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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.