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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.