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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.