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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Sparks,
JFA,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.