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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Index,
Wings,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.