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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Crime,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.