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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.