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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.