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 London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.