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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.