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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Rekid,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.