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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.