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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Order. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.