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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.