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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.