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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.