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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.