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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Motorama,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.