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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.