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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.