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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.