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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.