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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.