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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.