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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.