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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.