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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.