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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.