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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.