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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.