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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Can to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.