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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Nas,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Can,
Ten City,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.