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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.