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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.