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 Iraq and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.