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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.