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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Mars,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.