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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.