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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.