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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.