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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.