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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.