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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.