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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.